1031 // Jeff Atkins
A/N: This is easily one of my favorites.
Named after: Literally. The date of Halloween.
You finished applying your green lipstick and smiled at your reflection when you were done. It was Halloween night and Montgomery De La Cruz was throwing one of the biggest parties of the year. You had decided to go as an alien, throwing your hair into a high ponytail to complement your antenna headband.
By the time you got to Montgomery’s house, you could hear the music from down the road. You had come with a few of your friends from the dance team and lost them immediately as you stepped in. Lost in the wave of what seemed like the whole school, you passed a cat, a vampire, a kid from your English class in a banana suit, and quite a few slutty nurses. When you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, you ran into some of the jocks.
“Y/N! You made it!”, you turned to see a slightly intoxicated Monty, smiling brightly at you.
He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug. You and Monty were pretty good friends, you kept him out of trouble when you could and when you couldn’t, you lied to the athletic trainers at school so they could give you ice, which you then gave to Monty for his knuckles.
“Yeah I did!” you mumble into him.
He lets you go and starts work on pouring you a drink.
“Are you going to grace us with your dance moves tonight?” he asks, giving you a knowing look as he passes you a solo cup.
You laugh briefly, you were known to frequent the middle of a circle at parties, but more notably, if you were too drunk, you were known to dance on tables until someone would pull you off.
“Yeah, maybe after a few of these” you answered cheekily as you took a sip.
He laughed, nodding along as you two talked for a while. Three drinks later you were interrupted by Sherri who was pulling at your wrist.
“This is your SONG!” she squealed.
You raised your cup to Montgomery who looked very amused before you placed it on the kitchen counter.
He yelled a quick, “Don’t break my tables!”, as you left his sight.
You laughed and looked back at him to yell back ‘No promises’ but instead, your gaze was met by Jeff Atkins who took your place near the hot head.
Despite the fact that you had both went to the majority of parties thrown and shared a mutual friend in Montgomery, you and the baseball player had surprisingly never crossed paths before. Of course you knew of him, not only was he Monty’s best friend, he was the Jeff Atkins.
Before you could react, you were pulled into the throng of sweaty teenagers and you forgot all about the baseball player as the music took control.
The group of students formed into a circle around you and Sheri left your wrist as she stood with them. You shook your head, over dramatically rolling your eyes as you tried to get out of the circle. To no avail, Sheri and the girls from the dance team pushed you back in. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and glanced around the group of students now cheering your name to get you started.
Right before you decided to go along to the beat of Ciara’s ‘1,2 Step’ you caught a glance of Jeff standing right at the edge of the circle. You winked at him before beginning, your years of hip hop classes making use of itself as Missy Elliot’s verse started.
You decided to call it a day after she finished rapping, moving to leave and let someone else take your place.
You were hot from dancing, and let your hair down as you made your way outside, where it was much quieter.
“Y/N!” someone called out.
You stopped and turned to see Jeff making his way over to you, smiling when he reached you.
“That was awesome! I didn’t know you were such a good dancer.”
You exhaled a ‘ha’ through your nose, amused by his compliment.
“Thanks, I mean I would hope so…I am captain of the dance team” you answered.
He laughed, shaking his head.
“Yeah… Monty told me.”
“Monty told you?” you questioned.
“Mhm, I asked him who the cute alien girl he was talking to was and he told me everything.”
You smiled at his subtle attempt at flirting with you.
“Cute alien girl huh?” you prompted.
He dropped his head for a moment.
“Very. Cute alien girl.” he corrected himself, poking one of the antennae on your head.
You cheesed at him, removing the headband from your head and taking the baseball cap off of his, offering to switch. He chuckled, going along with you as he placed the antennae on himself.
“Now we’re both cute aliens” you assure him, placing the cap on your head.
His mouth opened slightly but he was lost for words. You checked him out quickly when you had the opportunity.
“So what were you supposed to be? A baseball player?” you say in an attempt to keep the conversation going.
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah, the guys thought it would be cool to do a Sandlot sort of thing. I guess it’s kind of st-”
“Oh my god, you’re Benny!” you interrupted him.
He looked back up at you, surprised you knew the movie.
“You watched Sandlot?” he questioned.
“Are you kidding me? Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez was my first love!”
The tips of Jeff’s ears turned red as he nodded, silently urging you to elaborate.
“Fourth grade me used to pray that he would be my first kiss, god, it was so embarrassing!” you continued.
Now it was your turn to blush cause the way Jeff was looking at you made you weak in the knees.
“I feel like that could be arranged” he offered.
You were impressed by his confidence and mustered up some of your own.
“It wouldn’t be my first kiss, but-”
“It would be your best though.” He smirked when you looked at him, clearly flustered.
“That’s a bold statement there Atkins” you challenged.
You could feel the tension between the two of you building as he moved closer to you.
He smirked as he readjusted his cap to go backward on your head, nodding along with you.
“I stand by my statement.”
Your breath hitched and you bit your lip again. His hand met your chin and his thumb pulled your bottom lip out from between your teeth. He glanced back to your eyes, asking for permission.
You just barely nodded as your eyes shut and Jeff’s lips met yours. His lips were soft and the alcohol only enhanced the butterflies in your stomach. He was right, it was the best kiss you had ever had.
He pulled away, moving both of his hands down to your waist.
“And?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Mmmm I don’t think so Atkins” you answered cheekily.
He laughed before kissing you again, this time more passionately. His hands tightened at your hips as he moved the both of you. Your arms found their way to wrapping around his neck as your back hit the wall of the house. His tongue teased at your lips and you opened your mouth immediately. He tasted like cheap beer and you were sure you did too, but fuck. This was everything.
When he pulled away, you were breathless. Your head hit his chest as you giggled, nodding slightly.
“Alright, you were right” you mumbled into him.
He smiled placing his head atop of yours.
“You think my lips are green now?”